Eva

"Hmm... I'm sorry, it's nothing. Go ahead!" I smiled, trying to brush it off, but when I saw the discomfort etched on her face, I sighed deeply. "It's your husband, right?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Thelma's eyes widened, and I could see her chest heaving against the fabric of her shirt. "What did you hear?" she asked, her voice shaky and laced with a hint of fear.

I raised my left eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Hear what?" I asked, trying to downplay my knowledge. "What are you talking about?"

Thelma's expression turned stern. "Then why did you say it's my husband?" she demanded, her voice...